Page 4 of Siren Sins
He smirked. “Hmm, maybe you’re not such a blondie after all.”
I would have tried to think of a comeback, except I balked when his full array of colorful tattoos swirled across his skin, only to disappear a moment later.
He grinned at my reaction. “I suspected that if you didn’t know Shanghainese, then you probably hadn’t ever met a Chen Lung Dragon.”
My gaze snapped up to his, and for a fraction of a second, his irises slit into a reptilian stare, before blinking back to human. I shivered. “Holy crap. No, and I can’t say I’m pleased to meet one.”
Dragons. I’d known that they were real, as were many mythological creatures vaguely known by mankind, but I’d never expected to meet one. They were rare and not keen on leaving their den.
He hadn’t looked once out the window, and now I realized why. If he was a dragon, he’d long to transform, to spread his wings and fly home and free himself of the metal encasement and stale air. Instead, he watched me with an unerring stare, keeping to his goal with cold precision.
“So,” I said, my voice holding a tremor I couldn’t hide, “I guess I should be glad I’m not a virgin.”
He blinked, momentarily taken aback.
“Because,” I added, “you know. Dragons always kill the sacrificial virgins.”
He laughed, and it was the most genuine, beautiful sound. Dragons were charmers, often considered an offshoot of the incubi, at least, that’s what my mother had always said about them. “I think I like you, blondie,” he said with a wink.
“Stop calling me that.”
While he grinned, I couldn’t help but feel a dangerous magnetism around him. I was tired of being around supernaturals who had power over me. “Can you turn that off?” I snapped.
He blinked. “What?”
I jerked my chin at him. “The… dragon glamour, whatever you’re doing. Stop it. I get enough of that shit with Derek.”
He gave me the biggest grin I’d ever seen. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s not one of my powers.”
My cheeks flushed and I refused to speak to him for the next three hours of the flight.
Unperturbed, he grinned at me the entire time.
Sunset
Sarah
Istarted walking. Never mind the heat and the unforgiving sun that beat down on me so hard I wanted to swelter into a little puddle and die. No way was I going to talk to a muse.
“Wait!” he called as I hurried away from him.
“Nu-uh,” I said. “I didn’t come all this way to Miami to get brainwashed by someone who thinks they’re my long-lost-daddy who can just walk back into my life.” Never mind the fact that he was exactly why I was here. Best not to let him think he had the upper hand.
He chuckled. “You sound just like her, you know. She liked to run from me too.”
My shoulders shot up to my ears as I hurried my gait. My mom hadn’t been bashful about letting me know exactly what she thought of my deadbeat dad. A male muse was a rare and powerful creature, one of three that kept my race in existence. A muse could only mate with one of their kind and since there were only three men, they made sure to travel the world and spread the ‘love’ to other female muses.
In my hurry I didn’t notice that the sidewalk ended. My suitcase careened over the curb and a crack sounded as it landed hard on the steaming asphalt. When I tugged again, it didn’t budge. I’d broken the wheel. “Damn it!”
He caught up to me and blew out a whistle. “Well that thing isn’t going anywhere.” He gave me a raised brow. “What I don’t get is why you’re out here alone dragging your luggage about like some sort of mortal. You didn’t compel anyone to help you? Why don’t you have a ride?”
I glowered. “You ask too many questions.”
He got close to me and… sniffed.
I leaned back and grimaced. “The hell are you doing?”
He blinked a few times. “Your powers…” His words trailed off. He straightened and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Look. I’ve got a car. I’ll take you wherever you want to go. I don’t know what happened to you, but Lily wouldn’t want you wandering about Miami without someone watching your back, especially in your… condition.” His eyes dropped to my belly.
